House Arrest...or Just Like It

So...it's 20 days post surgery. So far, I have watched 132 episodes of CSI (NY, Las Vegas, Miami, take your pick), 82 episodes of Clean House, 1236 episodes of Law and Order (again, pick a version, any version). And I have become slightly addicted to a cartoon called Manny's Tools.

I have an awesome picture of my scar (22 staples, a bunch of stitches, about 14 inches long), in case you want to see it.

A couple of days ago I went to see my doctor and he said I am doing too much too soon. My grandiose plans to do knee rehab in the AM, go home and have a Percocet nap/lunch, then go to the gym for a little upper body workout has been vetoed by my entire medical team. I'm not sure if it was the trips to Wal Mart or Kroger or the fact that I have been driving my car that put them over the edge.

Instead, since last Thursday I have been told I have to stay home until Monday (tomorrow) and do basically nothing. I could go to rehab one day, chiropractor one day and church one day. Once you deduct those activities and some sleep, that left me 61 hours to fill with something less mind numbing than Bobby Flay's Throwdown.

To give you an idea of exactly how exciting life can be during knee replacement recovery, today I went to 9am Mass, then headed to Kroger. Yes, I did ride a motorized cart. Yes, several people asked if they could help me do my groceries. No, I did not use my walker at the Kroger today (though it is my favorite medical implement at home. It's just like your Grandma's. I may pimp it out to make it a little cooler. Maybe a paint job or some stickers). After an hour at church and another hour at Kroger, I had to come home and take a Perco-nap. Thank goodness for Schedule II narcotics. It's a darn good thing that I have been weaning myself off all my narcotics otherwise learning to walk again could be a challenge.

In case you're wondering what excitement tomorrow will bring, I'll be at rehab for a couple hours in the AM and coming home for my Perco-nap. After that, it might be an attempt at laundry. Talk about living it up!

Drop me a line or give me a call if you're bored. Goodness knows I can probably make room in my busy schedule. My email is emacdonald13@yahoo.com and my cell is 312.953.3896. I'll let you know if the laundry gets done. Good gracious...look what my life has come to.